Disclaimers: Fairy Tail, Gray, Juvia and any other characters do not belong to me. They are all Hiro Mashima's wondrous creations!

Chapter -2- Frozen Heart

{Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?...
The sweetness never lasts, you know}
-Jet Pack Blues, Fall Out Boy

"Hi..Juvia..." Gray stuttered. She jumped up.

"J-Juvia must go!" she said coldly. He bit his lip. She shivered. Dammit, he noticed.

"Are you cold? At least let me drive you back," he offered. Juvia shook her head, she had to get away from him. She glared at the man.

"Juvia is quite capable, Gray-sa... Gray," she said icily. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her skirt, "Good night," she stalked away from him, aware of him following her.

"Juvia, please, you'll get hypothermia!" Gray pleaded.

"Gray, you don't need to pretend care," Juvia snarled. He stopped for a second and she whipped her head around to advance once more.

He pursued her again, relentlessly, "I do care, Juvia," he told her, she finally stopped.

"You obviously didn't care a year ago,"

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Juvia licked her vanilla ice cream appreciatively, "Juvia loves this! Thank you very much, Gray-sama," Gray smiled at her sadly.

"Well, I'm your boyfriend, it's what I'm supposed to do, right?" he laughed. She grinned at him.

'Why is his laugh so muted?' Juvia thought to herself. He stared at her as they walked, and he was still able to raise a blush on her cheeks. He looked at her as if it was the last time he would. He eyed her up and down, not creepily or pervertedly, but almost... longingly or... wistfully. They walked up the hill and sat down at a bench up there, breeze blowing calmingly in the summer season. The couple sat down together.

"This is very nice, Gray-sama!" Juvia fawned over the area, "Juvia would enjoy coming back some time together!" Gray bit his lip. Yeah...

"Juvia, there's something I need to talk to you about..." he said.

'Is he going to propose?' Juvia thought rapidly, 'We've been together for nearly two years!'

He clenched his fists, his eyebrows scrunched like he was fighting with himself.

"Juvia... we need to break up,"

"Ye- What?" she didn't understand... He was breaking up with her? But she loved him! He loved her! He'd told her... he was... was he lying? He was lying to her that he loved her? What this all fake? Why was he even in a relationship with her? She wasn't anything special... she'd pressured him into it... hadn't she? He wanted to break it off now... well that made sense. Didn't mean it didn't hurt... but it made sense.

"-and I should tell you I'm sorry," Gray was saying. She looked up at him. He was flustered and his face was red. Yes, but he didn't look like he was hurt. He looked like he felt bad.

"Gray-sama... there's no need to apologize... I mean, we're not a good match anyway,"

'She's speaking in first person...' Gray thought in shock, 'She's taking this way to well,'

"It's about time we broke up anyway..." she continued.

They left each other that day. They hadn't seen or talked to each other again. And to think they met again at the place they left each other for good...

"Juvia, just let me drive you home... that's all. I won't talk to you at all if you want," Gray sighed, not giving up. Juvia glanced up at him, clearly doubting her better judgement.

"...Alright," she replied. He led her to the car, opening the door for her like a real gentlemen. Juvia slid into the expensive vehicle thinking her wet clothes were a violation. She felt like just being in a car with this man was against some law about rich people and normal ones. Juvia wouldn't even know the damned guy if they hadn't worked together in the same building for a while.

He revved the car up and slid out of his parking space, the heating turned up, warming Juvia. Rain battered the windshield and even though the wipers slashed it away, Gray still had trouble driving. It was good for Juvia that he was preoccupied. She tapped her fingers on the dashboard absentmindedly. She was still shivering, but she could care less. Unfortunately, Gray couldn't.

"Are you cold, Juvia?" he said.

"No, I'm not," she snapped. His voice set her on edge. She thought she'd gotten over it, but a part of her still wanted him to talk to her, to be with her. Another part wanted to rip his hair out and beat him senseless. One part wanted to walk away and spit at him.

Juvia was so torn with him. She couldn't make up her mind, and she hated it. Honestly, she believed it would have been better if she'd never met the guy. Gray used to make her feel to happy, warm and fuzzy inside. Now, she felt her insides freeze so cold they seemed to burn, and her tongue only could spit words of ice to the man. Really, would he just leave her alone? He was the one who broke up with her! They hadn't seen each other in over a year. And he was just talking to her... like it was nothing but a regular, already resolved dispute. His nerve...

"I'm not cold, Gray. Stop talking to me..." she growled, crossing her arms. Juvia shivered again despite the heaters of the car. Her hair was dripping on the leather seats, but that wasn't her problem. He nodded slowly.

"You still live in the same place... right?" he asked her slowly. Juvia was taken aback. She nodded, later scoffing mentally. Like she had the money to move.

Gray drove on until he reached her condo, a tall brick building, residents usually only having one room. He pulled in and Juvia expected, more like hoped, he'd drop her off, but he insisted on walking her to the door.

So that was how Juvia found herself trudging up seven flights of stairs, dripping and shivering, her ex-boyfriend behind her. Juvia shook her damp hair and continued up the stairs, clearly pissed. She kept shivering, and she felt something warm slip around her shoulders... please don't be...
It was...

Gray had given her his jacket.

Screw him. She didn't need his jacket... but it was so warm... and she felt so cold... so maybe...

She kept the jacket. They finally arrived at her door, a relief for Juvia. She hugged Gray's jacket around her... she should give it back... but it was so warm... and it smelled like him.

Juvia slipped her key into the lock shakily. She slipped the door open and nearly closed it before glancing back at the tall, dark haired man in the doorway.

"Well..." she began, "I guess.. thanks for bringing me here," Gray felt her blue eyes on him. Why were they so colorless and pale? They didn't use to be that way...

"But don't ever talk to me again," she snapped, glaring, blue hair nearly dry, "Good night,"

She slammed the door in his face. Gray stood there for a long time, knowing full well Juvia was probably scrutinizing him through the glass peep hole in the door. She was so cold... and she didn't smile anymore. She was a very different Juvia He didn't see her smile in happiness or hear her chiming giggle. Her eyes didn't sparkle; she seemed so devoid of character...

He... he couldn't be the one who did that could he? No... when they broke up, Juvia was fine... he couldn't have done that. Slowly, Gray felt the all too familiar gap in his chest reappear, and it was like a freezing gust of wind slashed through him, because once more, he felt as if his lungs had just stopped functioning. Juvia...

From down in the parking lot he felt his car rumble on and looked up at the window he had memorized was hers in the boring building. He saw the flash of dead, broken, blue eyes looking down at him through the space in the curtains before he drove away.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Juvia's friend who lived across the hall, Lucy, screamed as she barged into Juvia's room. Juvia yelped, holding Gray's jacket around her more snugly, whirling around.

"JUVIA WHO WAS THAT!" Lucy shouted. Juvia shook her head. She knew the tears were coming.

"That wasn't..." Lucy said, knowing of the breakup and how hard it had been on her friend. Juvia nodded.

"Oh Juvia..."

end notes: FIRST OF ALL... JUVIA'S TSUNDERE! SWEET! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE TSUNDERE JUVIA!

By the way, all the girls live in the same condo building, because I felt like it.

Now that was about 1,500 words and I am very proud of myself. Have a great day/night/week in general my little mages.